After Fulin laughed, he nodded his head and said, "Good, good!" Zheng Ying thought, "This is another deliberate sarcastic remark. I've heard that when one is extremely angry, it will be like this. The happier the smile on the face, the deeper the wound in the heart. What's so good about Shen Shiyun? She is unfaithful and unclean. Is it worth it for you to be this upset … "Before she presented the painting, she had already tried to figure out how Fulin would react, and then came up with a variety of corresponding responses. The words were already on the tip of her tongue, but she heard Fulin say, "Zhen has really opened my eyes today. It's not like looking at a painting, it's more like holding a mirror. It's really amazing."
Zheng Ying was confused, because what he said was completely out of her expectations. She didn't know what to do. Suddenly a terrifying thought flashed through her mind, "Could it be that His Majesty has been so agitated that he's lost his mind because of anger? It's all because I showed him this painting. If he investigates, I'll have to take the blame for Shen Shiyun. I … I don't want to! " This time she didn't dare to add fuel to the fire. She tried to take the painting and advised, "This is just a casual painting, it can't be taken seriously. If His Majesty is unhappy, then Chenqie will take it away, okay?"
Fulin looked up at her and smiled, "Who said it can't be taken seriously? Of course it has to be taken seriously. I just don't know which master's masterpiece is it? "
Zheng Ying heard him speak clearly, and his thoughts didn't seem to be confused. She leaned forward and mysteriously said, "That is Chenqie's …" She was only halfway through when the painting came into her sight, but it was poles apart from what she had seen before. The green mountains and clear waters in the background were replaced by the mighty and heroic dragon soaring to the ninth heaven. Fulin was sitting on the dragon throne, valiant and formidable. Under his confident appearance, there was an invisible grandeur of ruling the world. His bright yellow robe not only set off his integration with the real dragon behind him, but also embellished with the rising sun. Although Zheng Ying was an amateur, she could see that this painting was of high quality. Fulin's tone was obviously full of praise for the painter. Although she didn't know what sorcery Shen Shiyun had used, she couldn't let her take advantage of this ready-made opportunity. She immediately changed her words and smiled, "It's all Chenqie's fault. the painting is not good and made His Majesty laugh. It's even harder to express Chenqie's feelings for His Majesty..
Fulin was surprised and happy, "What are you talking about? Your painting skills are almost on par with Yun 'er. It's more than enough to satisfy the Empress Dowager. Even the official painters in the palace can't compare to you. Zhen will accept this painting. By the way, you just said Chenqie … Chenqie what? "
Zheng Ying accidentally made Fulin overjoyed. Naturally, she didn't want to let go of this opportunity to be in the limelight. She had an idea and said, "That is Chenqie's … Because Chenqie admires Consort Yun meimei, I secretly imitated her brushwork to paint. I don't know how effective it is." Fulin smiled and said, "The effect is very good. You can always surprise Zhen. Thinking about how I was just talking to you about the principles of painting, it was like showing off one's slight skill in front of an expert. I am ashamed. Please don't make fun of me. " Zheng Ying smiled charmingly and said, "If His Majesty dotes on Chenqie more, Chenqie can bring more surprises to His Majesty."
Fulin thought about it and misunderstood. He smiled and said, "That being the case, Zhen doesn't have to go to the Snow Song Palace to discuss it. Let's just ask my beloved concubine to paint a portrait of the Empress Dowager at the birthday banquet. I think you will give Zhen this face? " Zheng Ying was beaming with joy as she listened to his praise. It wasn't until the last sentence that she turned pale with fright. She even let out the truth, "Ah … Chenqie doesn't know how to paint. I'm afraid I can't take on this heavy responsibility …"
Fulin didn't think much of it and said with a smile, "You still claim that you don't know how to paint. The other painters should pack up and go home. If you don't come, Zhen will follow your suggestion and write an imperial edict to publicize it. "
Zheng Ying secretly complained incessantly, "With this painting, no matter how I explain, it will be like I'm lying through my teeth. Refusing once is being modest. If I refuse too many times, it will become an excuse. I won't be willing to paint a portrait for the Empress Dowager. What's more, I will be labeled as disloyal to the imperial court. That's really not a joke. " She could only reluctantly squeeze out a smile. Bowing, she said, "Yes, Chenqie obeys. When the time comes, Chenqie will definitely be there to show my incompetence." Fulin laughed and said, "Not show your incompetence, but add flowers to brocade. Zhen has confidence in you. "Zheng Ying clenched her teeth and smiled. She saluted and withdrew.
Manchurian talent training had always been focused on martial prowess and despised literature. Most of the women were good at riding and shooting, and they loved to splash ink and wield brush. Zheng Ying was born in a prestigious family. Although she learned to read and write from her teacher when she was a child, she was still restricted to the superficial, she knew nothing about painting. But she thought that since Shen Shiyun was happy and carefree, presumably it wouldn't be a difficult task. She was not inferior to her in any aspect, she was sure she could also paint well. When the time comes, she would display her skill on the spot. Perhaps Fulin would praise her painting as' better than the previous one '. She comforted herself like this, so she was full of confidence that she didn't even try to hug the Buddha's feet at the last minute.
Several days later, as if it was an interesting story, the Palace quickly spread the news that during the birthday banquet, a Ce Fei volunteered to paint a portrait to liven things up. The Empress Dowager was so angry that she flicked her sleeve and left. At first Zheng Ying was constantly picky. First she complained that the size of the paper was not right, then she said that the brush did not feel right, and then she said that the ground ink was too thick. Seeing how particular she was, the Empress Dowager thought that she was indeed an expert, so she gave in and ordered the eunuchs and palace maids to strictly follow her orders.
Everybody worked diligently, in a short time everything was ready. Zheng Ying saw that she had no excuse, she had no choice but to set up the drawing board and paint. But every time she painted, the first line was ruined. Privately she tore off several sheets of paper, thinking that she could cover up her incompetence by using colorful paint to paint the paper. A sheet of white paper was fancier than the cloth that had been soaked in the dye house.
The Empress Dowager waited impatiently and stood up to take a look. Immediately she was furious. She saw that the painting was not her at all, but an old monster that was neither male nor female. When this Zhuang Fei first became the Empress Dowager, she was still young, but her face was still quite beautiful. She had always been conceited about her beauty, but today she made a fool of herself in front of hundreds of officials. Moreover, that person was recommended by her son, who said that 'looking at the painting, the body and spirit are alike, better than looking at oneself in the mirror'. In comparison, it was tantamount to public humiliation. She was so angry that she slapped the table and left the banquet on the spot. Fulin's face sank, he hurriedly got up and chased after her. This was a bad thing that he had done out of kindness, so he had a belly full of anger.
When the officials saw that the Emperor and the Empress Dowager were angry, they were afraid of bearing the responsibility and scrambled to persuade them. Leaving Zheng Ying alone at the banquet, she became the laughingstock of everyone in the Palace the next day. Wherever she went, people would point fingers at her. Even the palace maids who knew the truth snickered behind her back. Although she couldn't see Fulin's face, presumably he wouldn't treat her well.
It was also rumored that when Shen Shiyun heard about this matter, he spent a day painting another full-body portrait of the Empress Dowager and personally sent it to the Palace of Compassionate and Peaceful to present. It was rumored that his painting skill was first-class. The Empress Dowager had always been hostile to him, but after this matter, her attitude improved a lot and she rewarded him generously. Fulin took advantage of her happiness to persuade her in every possible way. Only then did her anger dissipate and she no longer mentioned Zheng Ying's punishment.
But Zheng Ying thought that this time the gains didn't make up for the losses, and it was the same as receiving Shen Shiyun's favor. She was extremely depressed and violently smashed things in her palace to vent her anger. Yinyin untimely said, "Niangniang, you really shouldn't have taken on this task, ay …" Zheng Ying angrily said, "Do I need you to talk nonsense? Isn't it because His Majesty wanted to go to the Snow Song Palace? In order to stop him, this consort tried to find something to talk about and beat around the bush. That's why I got into this trouble. "
Yinyin said, "You shouldn't have stopped His Majesty. Otherwise, Niangniang Consort Yun would have dug her own grave. It was the day after the painting was stolen. This servant was worried about the lost earrings and was worried that you might forget about them after the incident. I didn't even have time to eat breakfast and rushed to the Snow Song Palace alone. It was at that time, but … but I saw Niangniang Consort Yun meeting with a wild man again. The two of them were flirting and the words they said were far more explicit than the last time. In the end … they were even hugging. I was embarrassed and slipped away first. "
Zheng Ying's face stiffened and her mind froze for a moment before she slowly understood this information. She asked dryly, "In that case, if this consort didn't stop His Majesty and let him arrive at the Snow Song Palace on time, this consort would have happened and this consort wouldn't have gotten into trouble? And even if that painting didn't have a ghost, it still wouldn't be as convincing as seeing the scene with your own eyes? Is that what you mean? "Yinyin said in a crisp voice," That's right. "
Zheng Ying's vision turned black and she staggered back a few steps. She muttered, "Such a good show was actually stopped by this consort. Not only did I cause trouble, but I also helped others at my own expense. I saved Shen Shiyun's life and created an opportunity for her to seduce others in the future? She … she … I … "She gasped for breath and almost fainted. Yinyin patted her back and comforted her repeatedly.
In any case, Zheng Ying was greatly provoked this time. Her heart burned with anger and she fell seriously ill from anger. Shen Shiyun ordered Hu Wei to look after her every day and inquire about her condition. He often brought her a bowl of ginseng soup to help her recuperate. However, in Zheng Ying's eyes, it was all a sham. A few days ago, she knocked the bowl of soup to the ground, pointed to the sky and drew lines on the ground, and cursed loudly. Hu Wei stood with his hands crossed, all along he listened with a smile. Not only did he not talk back, not even the slightest bit of disrespect could be found on his face.
Perhaps it was because people were born with the desire to conquer, the more overbearing other people were to themselves, the more they wanted to dampen their spirit. If there really was someone who was willing to point at their nose and be scolded like a grandson, then she would lose her interest first. On this day, Zheng Ying couldn't help but ask, "Who taught you to have such a good attitude?"
Hu Wei smiled and said, "My superior is grateful to Niangniang for saving my life, and I am even more grateful to Niangniang for helping me achieve my goal. Among the imperial concubines in the Palace who can threaten her position, it can be considered that you are at the top of the list. Now that you have destroyed your own image and ended up bedridden, it will help her relationship with the Emperor Wan Sui advance a step further. If I don't thank you, who should I thank? Therefore, my superior has instructed me, no matter how many unpleasant things Niangniang says, I must not retort and let you vent your anger. As for the ginseng soup, I will still give it to you to recuperate your body. "
Zheng Ying coldly humphed and said, "My illness, if she was happy, why would she pretend to send me ginseng soup? You couldn't have poisoned it, right? "
Hu Wei smiled and said, "If there was poison, why would this lowly one personally send it over? When the time comes, all of your servants in the Palace can testify against the Snow Song Palace. We aren't that stupid. For Niangniang's sake, only after you recover from your illness will you have the strength to compete with our master, don't you think so? "
Zheng Ying sneered and said, "You want this concubine to be sick and watch her have fun? Don't even think about it! Bring it over, I'll drink it! "Looking at the rippling ginseng soup, she gnashed her teeth and said fiercely," Just treat it as Shen Shiyun's blood! There will be a day when I will make your blood splatter three feet! " After saying that, she raised her head and drank it in big gulps, her throat gurgling uncontrollably. Hu Wei was all smiles as he carried the empty soup bowl back to the Palace to report on his mission.
After that, Zheng Ying was extremely cooperative when it came to treating her illness and drinking medicine. She only wanted to recover as soon as possible. After sweating for a day, she felt that her body was much more comfortable. She called for Yinyin and asked, "This concubine told you to find a craftsman to carve a wooden puppet. Have you found one?" When Yinyin thought about how Zheng Ying was still concerned about scheming against Shen Shiyun even when she was sick, she only felt an indescribable sense of strangeness. On the other hand, she was glad that she didn't fail her mission and was confident enough to answer, "Yes, it was completed recently."
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